I’ll catch up on this week’s knitting adventure in my next post which hopefully will be tonight.
I had difficulty reading the Yarn Harlot's blog in its entirety today because I was laughing so hard. She told of her experience with coffee at the airport. When she mentioned “the loo” I had to stop and think for a moment and, ah yes, it’s the commodity (is that where the name commode) came from. It’s “The John”.
Because I am from Maine originally, now living in Vermont with adult daughters in Rhode Island, I often find myself confusing clerks in stores with my selections. It’s a polite way of telling you that there is a breakdown in communication. To make matters worse, I usually can’t remember which New England State coined the word.
When asked what I want on my hotdog, I have to decide the following:
1. “the works” or “loaded”. One comes minus one condiment. Because I can’t remember which is which, I just say “everything”. Ok, ok, hot dogs are not good for me but I didn’t eat one for over 10 years, along with processed cheeses and anything with chemicals, etc. so I am entitled. I fell off the organic, natural food wagon awhile back. Just when it came into vogue. Do I detect a bit of rebellion there?
2. Water fountain in Maine, “blubba” (a/k/a bubbler) in Rhode Island so……….oh, just go to the store and buy one of those bottled waters.
3. “Tonic” in Maine…..soda in Vermont. I have to get that one correct as I am so addicted to soda. Doesn’t tonic sound like a hair product for men?
4. “Bag” in Maine, “sac” in Montana. I use sac to impress people because they ask where I am from. I told you I need to get a life!!!! However, now I am bringing my own crocheted market bags to the store so it doesn’t really matter.
5. “Car” ….well, they just say it differently in Massachusetts and those of you who have been there know exactly what I am talking about. I’d explain it but it really is a “location” joke. Location….you have to be there to understand.
So to add to the confusion, I am bilingual and try to be polite when I return home to family and speak the language with elderly relatives and hope the heck I am getting it right!
There are days when I really get an “identity” crisis trying to remember all this and figure out which “hat” I am wearing today.
Ah, heck…….I’ll just be me. That solves it all.
What are some of the terms unique to your geographical location?